Novel & Cerita Eso Bloodthirsty

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

I felt how my blue eyes glowed more as my blood boiled warmer. "You—" He howled, trying to escape from me. I pierced my fang to his neck. Fuck it! His blood tasted bitter sour as it travelled on my teeth. My canine tightened its grip on him, remembering all the evilness his creature had done to our kind. I couldn't help but be more eager to torture him, torture everyone who would try to destroy us.

Like something deep beneath the foundation had started to wake, and it didn’t know whether to stretch or scream. I reached into my trunk and pulled out my satchel of ward tools: chalk, silver thread, salt-stone beads, and my notebook. This job was already messier than it looked. And it looked damn messy. But I was here now. Contract-bound. Fully paid. Ready to unravel whatever the hell kind of curse, seal, or secret was bleeding through the leyline web of this ancient vampire lair. I just hoped Lord Eternal Gloom would get around to introducing himself before something exploded.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.

Nibbling and grazing the golden neck. "Then.. Don’t. Now that I can’t, but if I could I would love to die in your arms" . Callum said, losing himself in Stephen’s arms. The moon was at its peak. Full Blue moon like Stephen eyes that had turned red. He placed his lips on the pulsing vein before barring his teeth. Callum felt a sting and then all he could feel was a frenzy, a euphoria. He now knew why Stephen felt excited offering him his blood.

I expected to feel sorrow and pain, but as the rage coursed through my veins, my bloodlust grew. The remaining Pricolici took a step back and fear flashed in its eyes. I took the moment of hesitation to charge forward, aiming for the neck of the undead beast. My body was already fueled by the blood of the first Pricolici, I had more than enough energy to take the second one. I could feel Roza still going strong, I knew she would be, so I focused my attention on the beast that had just dodged my jaws.

Blood sprayed in all directions as my blade danced through the air, carving a path of destruction through my adversaries. The metallic tang of warm blood filled my senses, splattering across my face in a macabre display. Without hesitation, I instinctively licked the crimson droplets, savouring the taste of power and dominance. "Lovely," I murmured, a dark smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "This tastes so eccentric. I want more." My words dripped with menace as I surveyed the chaos around me, relishing in the fear and desperation that emanated from those foolish enough to challenge me. With each fallen foe, my reputation as a dangerous force to be reckoned with only grew stronger.

At least Ruth had eaten. But Scarlet’s own hunger was overwhelming, and she didn’t know if she could contain it any longer. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but as they walked down street after street, she found herself examining people’s throats. She zoomed in on their veins, saw the blood pulsing. She found herself licking her lips, wanting—needing—to sink her teeth in. She craved the idea of drinking their blood, and found herself imagining what it would feel like when the blood poured down her throat. She didn’t understand. Was she even human anymore? Was she becoming a wild animal?

"I'll tell you what comes after what you just read." Sarah immediately nodded, then told Sorin the translation of the Romanian Cyrillic Alphabet that she had read. "At a time when mortals and blood drinkers alike soar the skies, and wars are fought with fire, a blood drinker's silver blood will unite with the blood of its origin and the blood of its sworn enemy-the shape-shifter's. A child of the red, silver, and earth blood shall be born.”